An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had surpassed

see this though

***********

like some people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said

stood among the rest of his peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but

no one

tolerance level. I mean, look

because we're stronger, obviously." Britta

Mana was a lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air,

had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat Miasma Poisoning if it ever happened to

amount they carried, it was doubtful that they would share their goods with careless

make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of them

Dungeons, especially if it was

Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than

Adventurers involved would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it be Potions or

made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous

no need to focus on those behind us. It should be

their gaze on the man in his dark coat and

briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he gave off an air

had remained quiet for most

Until now.

say I agree, but… I do know one thing." Jet glanced left and

the massive entrance of the

strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand, we

words had a grim tone attached to them as he spoke

dying in Dungeons, just

or weak, perished

strong was something that had to be cut off as

were unknown

them, just as they could not understand the nature